Wishes

As I start the semibrave
wishes get wings
the cello, the flute—all brighten;
I think so I am.

OnceI planted a mango sapling
manured it,watered it
already a mango was in my mind.

My birth ,like a drop of a stone
on water
churn into and
death circle like waves around.

As waves mitigate
new ones arise
the note ends
the mango falls
the light sparkles
and I feel;I live.
I live in my wishes.
KESHDURAPAL;Odisha;India 11/01/2010